OMS 26

When the lawyer arrived in the afternoon, Park Dong-sik was shocked by the sheer amount of documents presented. There were so many contracts that he wondered if he could read them all today. He wanted to call Kim Yoon-ah to check, but the contract details were confidential, known only to Chairman Kim, Kim Jun-han, Lee Hee-soo’s deceased father, and Lee Hee-soo himself.

While flipping through the pages, Park Dong-sik furrowed his brow and called the lawyer.

“This is wrong, isn’t it?”

The lawyer pushed up his glasses.

“Which part are you referring to?”

Park Dong-sik jabbed his finger at the middle.

“Here. ‘Upon divorce, Lee Hee-soo shall have no rights to any assets’? This part.”

“A substantial sum was paid to your father, Congressman Lee Gi-cheol, at the time of the marriage. It went into election funds and was money that couldn’t be publicly disclosed. Mr. Lee Hee-soo was aware of this, and we have voice recordings.”

Park Dong-sik made an incredulous face.

“So…you’re saying…Kim Jun-han gave money to my family?”

“More precisely, it was a deal with the Chairman. In terms of benefits, your father received more help. We have sufficient supporting evidence.”

“Ha…”

“Furthermore, while asset division is typically determined by the ratio of each party’s named assets, contribution to wealth creation, and marriage duration, unfortunately, Mr. Lee Hee-soo doesn’t qualify. With no children, child support is also impossible.”

“What about compensation?”

“Compensation should be paid by the responsible party for the divorce. Here, that would be Mr. Lee Hee-soo due to infidelity. Though we have ample evidence, the CEO doesn’t want to pursue that. He wants to end this quietly.”

The lawyer tried to make Park Dong-sik understand, speaking neither accusingly nor condescendingly. Park Dong-sik threw the pen he was holding with an exasperated expression on his face and leaned back on the sofa. Then he quietly cursed.

He’d thought they would give him a big share in the divorce since they provided generous living expenses and credit cards. He’d been drinking his own Kool-Aid, and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“I’m too tired for this. Let’s talk later.”

“The CEO wants to wrap this up quickly. I thought you agreed.”

“Then let me ask one thing. If I want to get money from this, is a lawsuit my only option?”

“You can file a lawsuit, but the chances of winning are slim. Rather, if the infidelity becomes public, you’ll face social condemnation.”

Though the lawyer’s tone was polite, it carried an implicit threat to expose the affair if he didn’t leave quietly.

“…”

“What will you do?”

After contemplating, Park Dong-sik got to his feet.

“Sorry, come back another time.”

“But the CEO—”

“I’ll talk to Kim Jun-han.”

Park Dong-sik went up to the second floor without letting the lawyer finish. He sat on the sofa and held his head. Ah, damn it. This means I’m completely screwed. Everything was going in an unexpected direction, making his earlier excitement seem foolish.

Feeling frustrated, he went to the balcony to smoke and saw the lawyer getting into his car while talking to someone. The black car gradually disappeared from view as it left the garden.

Suddenly, he remembered what Chairman Kim had said to him:

[You’ll be penniless after divorcing Jun-han anyway. I’ll make sure you have enough to live on. Not bad, right?]

He’d wondered why he said that, but it made sense now. By the way, if Lee Hee-soo’s father sold his child for money, he should have at least lived well, so why did he get involved in crime and commit suicide? As he finished his cigarette and entered the living room, a staff member from the main house was waiting.

“The Chairman wants you to come over.”

“Me? Why?”

“He said you’ll know when you get there.”

Damn. He’d felt relieved not seeing that face for a while. After contemplating, Park Dong-sik followed the staff to the main house. Walking through the corridor, he saw the paintings he’d seen before. Weren’t they worth hundreds of millions each? Since it had come to this, should he secretly steal a few after he divorced?

Lost in such useless thoughts, he arrived at the second floor. But instead of the study, it was the bedroom. After knocking, he entered to find Chairman Kim sitting in a wheelchair with his leg in a cast. This was their first private meeting since the incident. A staff member brought tea, and Park Dong-sik sat on the sofa. Soon, the wheelchair-bound Chairman Kim came to the opposite side.

“I hear Attorney Seo visited.”

“Yes…well…”

“He says you didn’t stamp the documents.”

“…”

“Why not? Have you developed feelings for Jun-han?”

Park Dong-sik kept his mouth shut. He couldn’t honestly say he was not disappointed about not getting any assets.

“I told you before. I’ll take care of you generously after the divorce.”

Park Dong-sik simply glared down at his gold-rimmed teacup.

“Stamp the documents tomorrow.”

He picked up the teacup without responding and brought it to his lips.

“How about coming to me after settling things?”

He suddenly spat out his tea with a “pfft.” Looking up in surprise, he could tell from the chairman’s eyes that he was serious. Wow, this old man! Even after such humiliation, he hadn’t come to his senses. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous and infuriating it became. He’d tried to keep quiet for peace’s sake, but he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ch—I mean, Chairman. I’m really curious, where did you sell your conscience?”

“If you had any conscience, you wouldn’t be acting like this.”

“Like what?”

“You must have heard from Attorney Seo. Your father’s election funds came from my pocket. And who took care of your family when they were about to end up on the streets after your father died? Have you forgotten whose pocket paid for your siblings’ study abroad and living expenses?”

“So what? You want me to sleep with you instead of my husband?”

“You already did that with Tae-han—-“

“Damn it! At least Kim Tae-han is young and handsome!”

The Chairman’s face twisted satisfyingly at his outburst. Park Dong-sik took a deep breath. Stay calm. This isn’t the time to get angry. It’s time to prepare for what’s ahead. Park Dong-sik nodded and lowered his voice.

“Fine. Let’s say I become your mistress after the divorce. Then what about your wife? She’s already desperate to get rid of me. You think she’ll just sit back and watch? This time she might hire a hitman instead of a shaman. So no thanks. I don’t want to risk my life.”

“I’m planning to wrap things up too. Leave the company to Jun-han and spend my remaining years quietly in a warm country. With you.”

As he stared in disbelief, the electric wheelchair whirred closer. The thick palm covered the back of his hand, and those clouded eyes rippled with desire.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Still no?”

Left alone, now he was sensually stroking his hand. Ah, fuck. Just as he was about to shake off the hand and stand up, a chill ran up and down his spine and his legs suddenly gave out. Park Dong-sik collapsed to the floor. His stomach tingled and his breathing became labored.

What is this?

The old man’s wrinkled hand touched his cheek, and his thumb entered his mouth, probing inside. Park Dong-sik panted, drooling. He tried to escape but couldn’t muster any strength.

“Should have done this earlier. Hah, your tongue is so soft, I can’t imagine how much softer your hole must be. If my leg wasn’t injured, I’d be tasting your hole right here.”

Saliva dripped down, and absurdly, his backside was getting wet. The Chairman’s breathing grew heavier. He took out his cock with his other hand, and Park Dong-sik bit down on his thumb with all his might. “Ack!” With the scream, the wheelchair rolled back, and Park Dong-sik crawled on all fours toward the door.

“You brat! Come back here!”

Even after frantically opening the door and escaping, his body still trembled and remained weak. As he crawled like an animal away from the Chairman’s domain, his breathing gradually eased up. He sat down halfway, panting and biting his lip hard.

So pheromones weren’t all good. When the body responds regardless of will, you could end up in terrible situations. Park Dong-sik collected himself and staggered up, supporting himself against the wall. As he held the railing to descend the stairs, Butler Yoon stood below.

Seeing his knowing face made him want to vomit.

“The Chairman says if you don’t want to regret it, come back up immediately.”

Haha, this old man, really. Park Dong-sik sneered and raised his middle finger at Butler Yoon. Suck on this. As he painfully made his way through the corridor out of the main house, he finally vomited. After throwing up everything he’d eaten under the expensive painting, he collapsed as soon as he reached the guest house. The Chairman’s unpleasant pheromone smell still felt like it was clinging to his body.